With Christmas officially past us, there has been one thought stuck in my mind since Saturday night. Saturday night was the Christmas eve service at church, after the Christmas eve service our family traditionally has other families/couples over for finger food and talking (it's kinda my favorite Christmas Tradition around here). My mom was on the worship team for Christmas eve so we had gotten there over an hour before the service started and I was talking to our friend's daughter. She was standing in front of the manger that had been used in the Christmas program the Sunday before and just hadn't made it back to the basement yet, and she was "reading" the bulletin upside-down. Crouching down beside her I asked her what she was doing, she informed me that she was reading about fruit to baby Jesus' bed. I then asked her if I she was coming with her parents to my house tonight after church, her reply was simple "No, my mom and dad are, but I'm waiting ...
So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19